The house was in the suburbs, some distance from the airport. She was worried that she couldn't catch the flight.

"Don't worry. We could get there in one hour if there was no traffic jam."

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Then the car rushed out.

Unluckily, there was a traffic jam on the highway.

"Angelo, we only have half an hour. I'm afraid that we can't get to the airport."

Hale said apologetically after checking the time.

"No way!"

How could she give up the chance to go abroad with Drake? If she couldn't win him back, she might lose her place in the Thorne family forever. Then she would mean nothing to the Hill family, who would break off the marriage. She would not be able to avenge.

Just then, she saw a motorcycle parking on the side, an idea occurred to her.

"Hale, do you have cash? Lend me two thousand dollars."

"What are you going to do, Mr. Angelo?" Hale asked and gave all the cash he had to her.

Angelo took over the money and winked at him. She took out her passport from the package and put it in her pocket. Then she opened the door and got out of the car.

"I want to buy it," Angelo said to the owner of the motorcycle.

"Are you crazy?"

The owner glanced up and down at Angelo, who was wearing a handmade suit without a logo, and there was some contempt in his eyes.

"Two thousand."

While saying, Angelo handed the money to the owner, who took it over at once and then smiled after counting it.

"Take it. It's yours!" The man said, got off the motorcycle.

Hale then realized what Angelo was going to do. He looked at the road and sighed, "Mr. Angelo, even the motorcycle can't go through. I don't think it will work."

The man heard Hale and ran away for fear that Angelo would regret it.

But Angelo made a gesture of OK to Hale.

The motorcycle couldn't go through because the cars were too close, which, however, wasn't a big deal for her.

With a roar, Angelo rode off on the motorcycle. She turned the speed to the maximum and went through the curves.

People sighed at her amazing driving skills, some even recorded it, which Angelo didn't notice at all.

When she arrived at the airport, she heard the check-in warning and hurried over with her passport.

Finally, she got on the plane. Her seat was in the first class, there were few people, and she saw Drake at a glance.

She sat next to Drake, who was reading the newspaper and didn't notice her.

"Drake."

She waved her hand in Drake's face. Drake froze, then turned to look at her.

"What are you doing here?"

At this time, Angelo should be at home reading a book or going to a party. Why was "he" here?

Angelo didn't know how to answer him, she had not thought of a good excuse.

Sensing Drake's anger, Angelo came up with an excuse.

"Hale said you are not used to eating outside and asked me to cook for you," she said and looked at Drake nicely. But in her heart, she said, "Don't blame me for dragging you down, Hale. I can't find any other excuse."

Drake's face grew colder. He closed the newspaper and looked at Angelo.

"Are you the master or the servant?"

Angelo was the young master of the Thorne family. Cooking was not something "he" should do.

Angelo didn't know how to reply. She rolled her eyes and thought of another excuse.

"I want to go abroad to travel."

"You can't."

Drake coldly refused without hesitation. He went to work, not to travel.

"Are you going to throw me off the plane?"

Angelo looked sad, pointing at the window.

Drake frowned and looked at his watch.

"The plan will land in two hours. Then you fly back. I will ask Hale to buy you a ticket." There was firmness in words.

Angelo was worried, but when she thought of her place in the Thorne family, she gritted and said, "No, I won't go back. I want to be with you. I'm willing to be your maid."

While saying, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and played scoundrel.

Looking at Angelo, Drake's heart somehow softened, and his mouth curled up. He wanted to agree to any of "his" requests.

But soon, he stopped thinking, turned his head away, and covered his eyes with the newspaper.

All right, he should take care of his brother and make him happy.

Angelo didn't hear Drake's voice for a long time. She opened her eyes and was confused when she saw Drake cover his face with the newspaper.

"Drake." She called him, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Shut up." A cold voice came from under the newspaper.

"All right. I'll shut up,"

After so many days together, Angelo started to know Drake and knew that he agreed.

She didn't say anything more but thumbed up for herself in her heart. Her first step succeeded.

Two hours later, the plane landed at France airport. They stood up from the seats.

Drake took off his trunk, but Angelo stayed still.

"You only have a passport with you?" Drake's tone was cold.

Angelo turned her head away. She came in a hurry. The less she carried, the more convenient it was.

She pretended to look around, but the smile on her face grew more awkward.

From Angelo's look, Drake knew that "he" didn't take any luggage. Instead of blaming Angelo, he smiled, took a card from his purse, and handed it to "him."

"Buy some clothes and book a presidential suite for yourself."

Angelo took over the card and nodded.

It was a black card, which meant a high limit it had.

Drake took his trunk and walked straight. Angelo followed up and grabbed his hand. When she raised her head, there was confusion in her eyes.

"Where are you going, Drake?"

Drake withdrew his hand and continue to walk.

"Hotel."

It was his answer.